Listening to the boom
of the earth and the sun
The wind on the run.
Blossom smell is in the air,
coloured petals in our hair.
Throughout all seasons, we journey through the streets, archaeological discoveries in every step we take. Perugia, our love, where we buried bits of our youth and where our eyes and lenses conquered all.
poetic and romantic Mara.... you really give a fresh air to our blog, grazie cara!
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